Kimber walked into the house later that day. As if in a daze she made her way through the foyer and into the living room, sinking onto the couch. She leaned forward and placed her head in her hands as her mind continued to race.

What was she going to do?

She raised her head, eyes going about the room. She had to tell Sheamus. He needed to know.

Anxiety filled her green eyes. He was so stressed out right now. How would he react if he learned he had a baby on the way?

She rose from her seat and began to pace the room, her hands clasping and unclasping in front of her. Finding out she was pregnant, that they were going to have a baby, was the last thing he needed to worry about. Not with everything going on between him and Mark Henry.

She couldn't tell him right now.

Absently her hand went to her stomach, stroking it. Her steps slowed before finally coming to a stop as a sort of realization dawned on her.

She was going to be a mom.

Kimber looked down at her stomach, cradling it in her hands. She was going to be a mother. . .

Her hands went to her mouth and she once again began to pace.

She had never really thought about being a mom before. Sure, she knew she wanted to be one sometime down the line. She did love kids, after all.

But she thought she would have a little time before it happened. More time to get established in her career. Be married.

Marriage. Her eyes widened. She wasn't ready to get married yet!

She loved Sheamus. She was so in love with him that sometimes she felt like she couldn't see straight. And she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. They had just moved in together, after all. So marriage was on her mind. But at a much later time. Maybe a year from now.

Who says you have to get married right now? she asked herself, Come on, Kim, you're a modern woman. You know that babies don't necessarily have to equal marriage.

"Baby." she once again drew to a stop, her eyes going to her stomach.

A tender smile began to form on her lips as she clasped her belly. It was crazy, but she already loved this baby growing inside of her. How could that be? She had just found out!

But it was there. And it was true. Her baby. Their baby.

She let out a shaky breath. She needed to call someone; talk to someone about this.

She hurried back over to the couch and snatched up her purse, digging through it. It wasn't long before she had her cell phone out and she was punching away at a number.

"Hey, girl." her best friend, Cass', voice filled her ears a few seconds later.

"I need to talk to you." Kimber stated as she sank back onto the couch.

"Sounds serious." her best friend stated, immediately concerned, "Are you all right?"

"I. . ." Kimber's voice trailed off.

Was she all right? God, what a loaded question that way.

"Kimber?" Cass called out after a few minutes of silence, "Are you still there?"

"I'm pregnant." the reporter suddenly blurted out.

Silence greeted her. Then:

"Wow, you really cut to the chase, don't you?" Cass' laughter filled her ears.

Despite the situation Kimber found herself smiling. Leave it to Cass to make her feel better.

"So how are you feeling about all this?" her best friend inquired, "And does Sheamus know? And if so, how freaked out is he?"

Kimber's eyes slowly began to widen. She hadn't even considered how Sheamus was going to feel about this when she finally did tell him.

She once again surged to her feet, pacing the length of the room. Her boyfriend liked kids. He was amazing with them. But that didn't necessary mean that he wanted one of his own. Or so soon. Oh God. . .

"Kimmy?" Cass' worried voice filtered out from the phone, "Kimber, I was just teasing. Come on, Kim, are you there?"

"I. . .yeah, I'm here." the reporter came to a stop and closed her eyes as she fought to get a handle on her tumultuous emotions.

"So have you told Sheamus yet?"

"No. I just found out myself about an hour ago." Kimber once again opened her eyes, willing herself to calm down.

"Well congratulations." Cass grew hesitant, "That's the right thing to say, right?"

"I don't know." the reporter admitted as she began fidget with her fingers, "I mean. . .I think I'm happy."

"But you're not sure?" her best friend gently stated, "You know, Kimber, there's no law saying that you have to keep this baby if you don't want to. If you're not ready you are perfectly within your rights-"

"No!" Kimber cried out, the idea of giving up their child instantly sickening her, "No, Cass, I couldn't. I want this baby.

"I mean, I already love it." she expressed, "I just. . .I would never, could never, get rid of it. That's not even an option."

"So then congratulations." Kimber could hear the smile in her best friend's voice as she added, "Mommy."

Mommy. God, she loved the sound of that. Her hand went to her stomach where she absently rubbed it.

"So Sheamus doesn't know." she could hear Cass express.

"Yeah. I mean, no, he doesn't know yet." Kimber admitted as she once again took a seat on the couch.

"So when are you going to tell him?" Cass began to tease, "I mean, you're going to have to tell him sometime. Preferably before you start showing. I think he'll catch on by then."

"I. . .I'm kind of scared to tell him." the reporter confessed softly, "We haven't been together that long really. Just a few months. What if he thinks it's too soon for us to have a baby."

"He might." Cass conceded, "But then again he might not. You can't really predict these things. That's why you really need to sit down and talk to him about it."

"I know. You're right." the reporter closed her eyes and sighed, "This is the worst possible time, though, Cass. He's in this feud with Mark Henry and, God, he's just so stressed out right now. And his temper. I mean, I always knew he had one but it keeps popping up more and more these days."

There was a long pause, followed by, "Are you afraid of what he'll do if he finds out you're pregnant? Kimber, are you afraid of him?"

"No." her answer was instant and from the heart, "Sheamus would never hurt me."

"I'm sensing a 'but' here." her best friend gently pressed.

Kimber sighed, "I can't help but think of Andrew."

She shook her head, laughing with disgust for herself, "Which is stupid, really. Because Sheamus is nothing like Andrew. I mean, yes, he has a temper like Andrew but. . ."

Her voice trailed off and her mind instantly went back to that horrible encounter in his locker room just a few days ago. How he had turned on her, face filled with so much rage and hate. How he had had his fists raised and ready to strike.

It was no wonder that it was making her think about him again.

But the difference was that Sheamus hadn't hit her. Would never hit her. She knew that as surely as she knew anything.

You're scared, she told herself, And you automatically associate fear with Andrew. You and Lindy have talked about this before.

"Maybe you should talk to Lindy." Cass suggested, referring to Kimber's rape councilor from five years ago. They had gone from being councilor and patient to very good friends and Kimber knew she could always confide in her if need be.

"I was just thinking about her," Kimber admitted, "She could probably help me figure all of this out."

"I don't think it would hurt." her best friend told her, "But the main thing is that you need to talk to Sheamus. About everything."

"I will." Kimber promised, "Soon. But I want to wait until this business with Mark Henry is over. He has enough to deal with right now and I don't think it'll help him if he has this weighing on his mind."

She began to rub her belly as a slight smile came to her lips, "Besides, this baby isn't going anywhere."

"So this is definite." Cass stated.

"It is." Kimber sighed, "I know my career is going to take a big hit but the funny thing is, I'm not that upset about it. I don't know, I guess I'm just overwhelmed right now. There is so much going on."

"There is, but you'll figure it out." her best friend told her, "You're the strongest woman I know. I mean, you have already faced so much. You can face this and figure everything out."

"Thanks for listening to me babble." Kimber laughed gently before adding with poignancy, "And thank you for being here for me. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

"What are best friends," Cass added pointedly, "And future fairy godmother's for?"

Kimber laughed before thanking her again.

She grew serious, asking, "So when are you coming out on the road with us?"
"Soon." Cass sighed, "I can't wait to see Josh again. I swear, I think I'm falling hard for that hot little announcer."

"He is adorable, right?" Kimber grinned into the phone.

"Oh, sweetie, he's more than that." her best friend began to chuckle, "And I can't wait to take that boy out for a test drive."

Kimber threw back her head and laughed uproariously. Only Cass. . .

"Does he know what he's getting himself into?" she asked with a giggle.

"Nope." Cass stated almost proudly, "That's the beauty of it."

"Poor Josh. I almost feel sorry for him." the reporter chuckled.

They talked for about twenty more minutes before Cass eventually had to go. Kimber thanked her, again, for being there for her and hung up the phone.

As the reporter tossed her cell onto the couch she looked around the room thoughtfully, sighing.

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Sheamus and Siobhan walked down the busy Tampa sidewalk that afternoon. The pair came to a little park, wandering in and over to a large shade tree.

There they sat at the base of it, each looking around at the families and couples, joggers and runners, as they bustled about the large space.

"So do you want to talk about it?" Siobhan glanced over at him.

Sheamus continued to stare out over the park, eyes shielded by the shades he wore. His sister could see the way his mouth tensed, though, and she knew where his thoughts were going.

"Ah could have hurt her, Siobhan." he muttered, self-disgust in his voice.

"But you didn'." his sister reached out and tentatively touched his arm. He stiffened at the contact but didn't pull away.

"But Ah could have." he turned to her, voice rough, "Ah thought it was Henry behind me. Thank God Ah stopped meself in time."

His sister didn't quite know what to say. She knew he would never willfully raise his hand to a woman. Especially not Kimber. Anyone with eyes could see how crazy he was about her. So she knew it had to be killing him, knowing what he accidentally could have done.

She knew all about his past with Henry. She had been in the audience at SummerSlam when he had had his ill fated match. She remembered how frightened she had been for him when he went crashing through the barricade. How concerned, but proud, she had felt when he had crawled towards the ring; fighting tooth and nail to get back inside.

If she could use two words to describe her brother, they would have to be 'proud' and 'tough'. Nobody ever got over him, at least not for long. And nobody ever put him down. Mark Henry had managed to do both. And to this day it still weighed heavily on his mind. She was sure of it.

"Ah just want you to be careful." she stated, giving him a wryly smile, "Not that you ever will, mind. Ah know you'll kill yerself if you have to, to take the man down."

Sheamus said nothing. Of course he didn't need to. She was right.

They were silent for a few more moments. The wrestler leaned back against the trunk and closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh air.

It was nice being out there. For once he could let go of everything and just relax. If only for a little while. No battles to fight. No burning anger to cool. Just him being able to enjoy the day.

"So how is Kember feelin' about all of this?"

And there it was again. He sighed and opened his eyes, turning his attention back to his sister.

Siobhan shrugged, going on, "Ah haven' really had a chance to spend much time wit' her lately."

"Things are tense between us." the Irishman murmured, once again casting his eyes out over the park, "Ah know she wants to help me, but she can'. This is my fight and Ah have to do it alone."

"You do." his sister agreed, thoughtful, "But that doesn' mean that you can' lean on her and accept her support."

She raised her hands in the air, hurrying along when he glared at her from over his sunglasses, "Which of course you won' do because yer a man and heaven forbid a man actually does those sorts of things. A bunch of eejits, the lot of you."

She turned serious, adding gently, "I just don' want to see you push her away."

"Ah'm not." the wrestler murmured even as he grew pensive.

He wasn't pushing her away but he was keeping his distance. Had been since that incident Monday night. Things between them had been. . .careful. He felt like Kimber believed she had to walk on egg shells around him and that was the furthest thing he wanted.

Not that he blamed her. Not after what almost happened.

He noticed that Siobhan was still quiet. It wasn't like his usually talkative sister to remain silent for so long. When he glanced over he found her watching the park with a frown, some unknown something dancing in her light blue eyes.

"So what's goin' on wit' you?" the wrestler questioned, lightly bumping his sister's arm.

Siobhan blinked, coming out of her thoughts. She turned back to him and shook her head, offering a small smile.

"Nothin'." she stated, tone breezy.

"So how are you likin' yer new job?" Sheamus asked.

"Ah love it." Siobhan began to smile, "Ah love bein' down at ringside, right in the middle of the action."

"Yeah well you just watch yerself while yer down there." her brother warned, "The fellas aren' goin' to care about some wee photographer if they're tryin' to get at each other."

"Ah always am careful, big brother." Siobhan sighed, rolling her eyes, "Ah know what Ah'm doin'."

"Yeah well just see that you do." Sheamus muttered.

He couldn't help it. Sometimes he still saw his baby sister as just that: a baby. As her big brother it was his responsibility to protect her. That would never change. No matter how grown up she thought she was.

The younger O'Shaunessy sibling had once again grown quiet. Something that wasn't lost on her brother. There was definitely something going on with her and he intended to find out what.

"Okay, Siobhan, what's the craic?" Sheamus took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him as he studied her eyes, "Somethin' is botherin' you so talk to me. Tell me what's the matter."

"Nothin' is the matter." she told him, though she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"If you don' tell me Ah'm goin' to go throw you in that fountain over there." Sheamus gave her a wicked grin, "And you know Ah'll do it."

"Aren' you supposed to be a star or somethin'?" his sister grumbled as she yanked her chin out of his grasp.

"Talk." the Irishman ordered her.

Siobhan waved him away, "It's nothin' really. Just Barrett bein' Barrett."

"What's he done?" Sheamus instantly starting to see red.

"Nothin'." Siobhan stressed, "Nothin' Ah can' handle, at least. Don' worry about it."

She leveled her gaze with his, "Ah mean it, Sheamus. You leave Barrett to me."

Sheamus wanted to argue but thought better about it. It wouldn't do any good, anyway. Siobhan could be just as stubborn as him when it came to certain things.

"All right." he nodded, "But if you need me to kick his arse you just tell me."

"Ah might take you up on that." Siobhan smirked at him.

"Okay, let's go." the Celtic Warrior said, playfully smacking her on the knee, "Before we both get a sunburn out here."

"Good idea." Siobhan snorted as they rose to their feet and headed back to the SUV.

They were on the road in minutes, making their way back to Sheamus and Kimber's house.

They reached it in no time, the pair walking into the foyer and towards the living room. There they found Kimber, who was seated on the couch and meditatively staring out the window.

She blinked, coming out of her thoughts, as she rose off the couch and gave the pair a warm smile.

"Hey." she greeted Sheamus with a kiss on the cheek as he approached, "Did you guys have a good day?"

"Sheamus threatened to throw me in the fountain." Siobhan stated as she sauntered into the room and flopped into the nearest chair.

Kimber wheeled around and looked up at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, "Sheamus!"

"Why do you have to be such a little tattle-tale?" he accused his sister, "Gettin' me in trouble wit' me girlfriend. That's why you deserved to get thrown in the fountain."

"Have I told you how much I enjoy it when you two get together." Kimber giggled at Siobhan, who smirked.

"Ah'll just get us somethin' to drink." Sheamus turned to his sister and smiled innocently, "Care for a bottle of milk, little sister?"

"Feck you." his sister told him with an equally sweet grin.

"Listen to the mouth on this one!" the wrestler scoffed as he turned and made his way out of the room, "And all Ah did was offer her a drink. Ungrateful. . ."

Kimber shook her head with a grin, turning back to Siobhan. She found the other woman looking down at her phone, a frown touching her pretty face.

"Are you all right?" the reporter asked as she returned to the couch, leaning closer to her.

Siobhan looked up, startled, before slipping her phone back into the pocket of her jeans.

"Ah'm fine." she said quickly. Too quickly.

"Mmm-hmm." Kimber wasn't buying it and they both knew, "Listen, you know you can tell me anything. And I promise I won't tell Sheamus."

Siobhan cast nervous eyes to the doorway, contemplating. Finally she seemed to make up her mind as she, too, scooted closer to the reporter.

"Things have been. . .confusin' between me and Wade." she whispered.

"Confusing how?"

"Ah thought Ah hated him." Siobhan sighed, running a hand through her red locks, "Ah really did. Ah mean, after everythin' he did to my brother how could Ah not?"

She looked at the other woman with wide eyes, adding, "Ah don' even like the man, for Jaysus' sake!"

"But you're attracted to him?" Kimber suggested with a small smile.

"Yeah." Siobhan grumbled as she flopped back against the seat, "Ugh, Ah'm an eejit! Not to mention a traitor to my brother. What's Sheamus goin' to think about all of this?"

"Stop right there." Kimber raised her hand, "You're not an idiot. It's just that sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants. And as for what Sheamus is going to think, sweetie, he just wants you to be happy."

Siobhan gave her a look, "Not if it means Wade Barrett."

Kimber paused, hedging, "Okay, true."

She gave her teasing smile, "But he'll learn to get over it."

The Irishwoman began to pout as she looked up at the ceiling, "My heart doesn' want him. It doesn'."

She cast her eyes to her lap, adding with an almost guilt, "But it's the other parts of me Ah'm not so sure about."

She shook her head, giggling a little at that. Kimber joined in and soon both women were cracking up.

They soon grew silent, each alone with her thoughts.

"Just don' give up on my brother, all right?" Siobhan suddenly implored.

Kimber turned at Siobhan in surprise, "I would never do that."

She looked out over the living room thoughtfully, "Things are tense right now, but I love him."

She regarded the other woman sadly, "I'm just worried about him."

Sheamus returned to the living room at that moment, holding a tray that contained a bowl of chips, glasses of lemonade for the ladies and a bottle of Guinness for himself.

He sat the tray down before passing Kimber her glass. As he handed one to Siobhan she eyed his bottle longingly.

"You couldn' have gotten me a Guinness, too?" she asked with a sneer as she took the glass.

"You don' need to be drinkin' that." Sheamus muttered as he took a seat beside Kimber on the couch and reached for his bottle.

"Ah'm not a child, you know." Siobhan grumbled.

"Then stop actin' like one." her brother countered, beginning to smirk. It was clear that he was enjoying tormenting his little sister.

"Sheamus, please stop bothering your sister." Kimber sighed, taking a drink of her lemonade.

"Didn' Derek do these sort of things to you?" her boyfriend inquired.

"Yeah and it drove me nuts." she told him with a sweet smile, "So knock it off."

Sheamus cast his eyes to the ceiling and sighed before taking a long pull off his bottle. He should have known they would gang up on him.

The three visited for another hour before Siobhan received a mysterious call and had to go. Sheamus and Kimber walked her to the door, giving her a wave as the young Irishwoman got into her car and headed out.

"Ah wonder what that was all about." Sheamus muttered, brows knit, as the pair reentered the living room.

Kimber had a pretty good idea, but was keeping it to herself, and only murmured, "Hmm."

The Celtic Warrior took a seat on the couch, once again reaching for his beer. He took a healthy drink of it before sighing, "Ah swear, if she's gone off to meet Barrett-"

"Then it's none of your business." Kimber gently pressed as she joined him on the couch.

He gave her a narrowed look, "The hell it's not. She's my baby sister. If that bastard hurts her-"

"Then Siobhan will deal with him." Kimber reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze, "I know you love her, Sheamus, but you have to let Siobhan grow up sometime."

"What if Ah don' wanna?" he grumbled, taking another drink.

Kimber smirked, "Too bad. Because she's all ready grown up."

Sheamus rolled his eyes and exhaled, hating the idea of it all. He sat the bottle down and turned back to her, watching her closely.

"So is that what you two were talkin' about when Ah was in the kitchen?" he questioned.

Kimber began to smile, "It was just girl talk, O'Shaunessy. Don't worry about it."

"Girl talk." the Irishman repeated the words with a look of abject horror. There was no telling what the lasses were discussing and he didn't want to know.

Kimber glanced down at her glass of lemonade, her mind going back to Monday when she had her own girl talk with the Divas. A small frown began to form on her lips.

"So I was with the girls before the show on Monday." she stated, peaking over at him hesitantly, "And I, um, asked them about your past with Mark Henry."

The Irishman stilled and Kimber could see the tension beginning to show on his face. She took a breath and dove right in, knowing them needed to talk about this.

"They told me about your match at SummerSlam." she murmured, glancing down at her clasped hands, "And then I, um, watched it."

She turned back to him, earnest, "Sheamus, I'm scared for you."

He closed his eyes, hating her admission even while he understood it. Hell, he even loved her for it.

But that didn't mean he liked hearing it. He wanted her to be confident. He wanted her to believe he could face Henry and win.

The fact that she was afraid for him. . .It was a massive blow to his pride and ego.

He finally turned back to her, eyes narrowed, "You don' think Ah can beat him?"

"I didn't say that." Kimber objected, "But you have to admit that Mark is not like anyone you've ever faced before."

"Yeah, well neither was the Big Show," he quipped sarcastically, "But Ah handled him just fine, didn' Ah?"

Kimber looked away and sighed. He had a point there, to be fair.

"You're right." she nodded, "I'm sorry, you're right. You did."

She began to fidget with her pinky finger, adding quietly, "I'm just worried, is all."

He studied her for a few moments, some of his irritation fading away. He reached out and took hold of her chin, tilting her face up towards him and giving her a small smile.

"Ah can take care of Henry." he tried to reassure her, his tone taking on a determined air.

Kimber stared at him. While she was glad he was confident about his chances she couldn't get over how certain he was. He was bordering on cocky.

She began to grow annoyed as she muttered, "Last time I checked, Cena was supposed to be Superman. Not you."

He removed his hand from her chin, glaring at her, "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I think you're taking Mark entirely too lightly." she added pointedly, "Just like you almost took Wade too lightly."

"Jaysus," the Irishman grumbled, raking his hand through his hair, "Ah've beaten Wade plenty of times before. Ah wasn' underestimatin' him, just feelin' confident that Ah could beat him again.

"And Ah know what Ah'm gettin' meself into wit' Henry." he went on, unrelenting, "Ah'm not goin' into this blind, Kember."

"But you won't even consider what could happen." his girlfriend argued, "You just automatically think that you have this in the bag. And the truth is that you don't know that, Sheamus."

He turned away from her, closing his eyes as he tried to reign in his temper. When he opened his eyes the blue depths were still unwavering but cooler now.

"Ah need to believe Ah can win." Sheamus told her quietly, still not looking at her, "If Ah go into this believin' that Ah don' stand a chance then Henry will win."

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't believe in yourself." Kimber murmured, her tone also softer, "You should. You have every right to. But by the same token, you shouldn't go into this so confident that you overlook what Henry could do."

"Do you think Ah don' know what he can do?" the wrestler snapped, some of his anger coming back, tinting his words with bitterness, "Believe me, Kember, Ah know. Ah felt it first hand."

"Is that why you're so hell bent on going after him?" she asked carefully, "To try and get some sort of revenge over what happened at SummerSlam. To prove to yourself that what happened last time was just a fluke? That he can't do that to you again?"

Her words hit a little too close to home. It made him feel vulnerable, that she could see his secret fears so easily. He was supposed to be the strong one. He wasn't supposed to be afraid of anything.

And because he was feeling vulnerable it made him also start to feel defensive.

"Ah'm no different than how Ah've been wit' any other opponent Ah've face." he tried to appear indifferent.

"Sheamus, you're bordering on being obsessed with him." Kimber objected, trying to get him to see the situation for what it was.

"You don' know what yer sayin'." he waved her words away with his hand.

His apathy was starting to make her angry. How he could be so blasé about it when it had clearly gotten to him was upsetting her. She thought that above anything he could at least be honest with her. Didn't he know that she wouldn't judge him? Didn't he realized that she only wanted to help?

"My God, look at what he's already turned you into!" she yelled, jumping up.

"What has he turned me into?" the Irishman demanded, also coming to his feet.

The pair were practically nose-to-chest. And even though he towered over her, even though his face was beat red with anger and his eyes were constricted and he was breathing hard, she faced him head-on. And there was a part of him that respected her for it.

But it was more than that. He actually reveled in it because it meant that she wasn't afraid of him or what he could possibly do. That she truly believed that what happened on Monday night was just a horrible almost-accident.

"Ugh, I can't even talk to you when you're like this." Kimber sighed and turned, storming out of the room.

"Then why did you bring it up in the first place?" he yelled after her.

He stopped, looking around the room heatedly. He scrubbed a hand over his face and squeezed his eyes shut. He forced himself to count to thirty.

When he opened his eyes some of the anger had faded but a sense of helplessness remained.

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You've been wondering what it'll be like when Sheamus finds out that Kimber is pregnant? Wouldn't it be neat if he found out in the next chapter? Hmmm. . . -_o